Everyone knows
the existence of
the vast sky,
yet no one really knows
where to get hold of it.
I look up every day
to your vastness and
only dream to fly
in your arms.
You are the morning,
the day,
the night,
the one who gives me
sunshine and rain.
You change from time to time
breaking and mending me.
If I could
I would love to
float as
your cloud and
fall down as
rain and
snow,
when the sky turns grey.
Or I could be your
celestial bodies
to brighten
your world
with
my stary lights.
I feel blessed to be
under your umbrella
but at times,
I wonder
if you have
any idea of
my existence.
I may not be able to
join you
in body,
but
I will be
the prayer flags
flattering your name.
Or I could be the wind
even though
you won`t be able to see me
my presence will always be felt.
